What's Happenin' Out Here (feat. 3-2, Big Steve)

[talking:]

Yes, and at this time I would like to give a big

I mean a very very big round of, fuck you

To you hoe ass niggaz, out here swooping on that bitch

Afilliated playas, representing

[H.A.W.K.:]

Now real is real, and fake is fake

Just follow my guidelines, don't make the same mistakes

They say blood's thicker than water, but how thick is your blood

Is it thicker than the mud, that I'm made of

I could give ya love, would you die for me

Will you always be around, like when ya get high with me

Or could it be, that I am crazy

To be all I can be, for my worst enemy

Deceive me, 3-2 and my partna Mafio

It's so fa sho, bout to knock down the do'

Today is fold, like my baby bro

Who put the light up on me, for my high pro glow

I'm so fa sho, whether it's stage or studio

A pot of gold is for me, at the end of the rainbow

Ain't no game hoe, see I'm serious bout mine

And in 199'grind, it's my time to shine

I'm lyrically inclined, to put boys to shame

And as time passes, all y'all gon scream my name

[Hook x2:]

Man, what's happening out here

See these niggaz, putting shit up in y'all ears

We switching game, like niggaz switch gears

We on the grind, with blood sweat and tears

[Mr. 3-2:]

What's happening out here, too much capping out here I ain't having this here

It's just me my fifty caliber, and it's no man I fear

I never thought shit, would get so funny

My partna left a free world, with cocaine and money

He wasn't tripping, but you know how niggaz do

You go to jail, mentality of hoe niggaz is fuck you

They run off with your paper, and your cheese

Cash in off your profit, and play broke on the streets

The game go deep, nigga why the fuck you think I'm bulletproof

I ain't just running round here trying to cap, baby I speak the truth

Now raise the roof, when we're flossing in the dropper baby

My motto is fuck you nigga, cause God made me

And that's the only war, that I gotta answer to

Mr. 3-2, quit that bumping cause I'ma do you

From the very first time, I hear you talking down

Set an example off the top, and let you know it's H-Town nigga

[Hook x2]

[Big Steve:]

Man I feel a whoop, coming on

Times of the times, got Mafio gone

Something is telling me, leave these fools alone

So I stay high, still riding in my zone

I break bread with these niggaz, say they love me

Even though sometimes, friends wanna bust me

The old change, that I owe boys in the game

I never knew, bout these loot whores in the game

Stealing change, out the back seat of my car

Cause they know, Mafio sell big bar

In the jug or prescription, or baby jar

See me chopping up the blocks, in a foreign car

Me and my gang afilliates, we roll candy red

And that's for Fat Pat, bitch now turn your head

See I'm locked in the game, like Corleone

Nigga I ride for ya baby, till ya come home

Strapped with .45 chromes, me and 3-2

Wrecking shop with Big H.A.W.K., bitch we killing you

And I'ma leave you motherfuckers, on that note

Man what's happening out here, bitch I'm cut throat

[Hook x2]